Well, another chapter. One person said they were jealous that I go on camping trips. Don't be. I nearly died in the water with a broken spine! It was scary. Anyway a pic of Chase will be going up on deviant art soon. Unless you prefer a pic of Jack and Gerard…

This doesn't exactly annoy me but everyone knew who the main villain was at the end of the last chapter! AND NO it isn't Hannibal… but he is involved. The main villain is someone from the Marvel universe…

And yes Mad Hatter I DID kill myself… People should do it more often. No I'm not emo.

Jack woke up with a start. The pain in his mangled leg came back to him in a flash as if it was waiting all night for Jack to wake up. He groaned in pain and screwed his eyes shut. The pain became lesser so Jack opened his eyes once again. It was still night-time so he really had to squint hard to make out the details. He could see the slumped form of Octavius on the couch, with his tentacles in sleep mode curled around him. He was quite surprised to find Curt lying right next to Octavius, with his tail he had run over healed and the wound on his head closed up. He was even more surprised to find Kimiko bound up in chains on a chair. She was sleeping peacefully and comfortably even in a chair.

"What the hell?" he muttered to himself. Curt's eyes fluttered open and raised his head at Jack. Jack remained frozen but relaxed when he got a wagging tail. Curt approached him on all fours with his tongue hanging out like a dog. He sat next to Jack and continued to pant, earning a concerned look from Jack.

"Okay… What happened to you?"

Curt shrugged and with one movement of the tongue, he licked Jack across the face.

"EWW!!" spat Jack, trying to wipe the slobber off his face. Curt gave another lizard snicker and laid his head on Jack's lap earning another look from Jack. Jack winced as the pain in his leg came back again. The lizard immediately lifted up his head and gave Jack an apologetic look.

"Its okay…boy." Jack said, slightly hesitating in patting Curt's head. But he figured that the original soul had moved on so Curt wouldn't really mind been treated like a dog… because he acted like a dog. Curt's tail was like a blur and once again laid his head down (more carefully this time) and closed his orange eyes. Jack sighed. The day was getting stranger by the hour. But then again he had faced against Xiaolin Warriors, used magical objects, freed a ghost from a box and saw his icon a number of times in battle. So this was pretty much a fraction of weirdness that Jack was used to. He continued scratching Curt's head like a master would to his dog. As he did this, he noticed from the corner of his vision a blur of black. He looked around but couldn't find it.

"I'm seeing things." he grumbled. Suddenly the same blur appeared in front of him, startling him. Curt didn't wake up and kept on sleeping. Jack was petrified as the black thing neared him. It had no definite form but it walked on four legs and had two white round eyes. It was like a black cloud. They had a staring competition for a while before the strange cloud moved forward with startling speed right into Jack. The boy gave a scream as it passed through him, making him pass out once again.

It didn't stay that way for long. Jack felt he was on his back once again. For once he couldn't feel any pain in his leg. His eyes blinked open and sat up. His eyesight was slightly fuzzy but it gradually receded.

"He is awake King Jas!"

Jack shook his head of the last fuzz before looking around him. It was indeed a strange day, not to mention a strange sight. It seemed that time had no meaning in this place for buildings from all ages lived beside each other. The same with the people. People from the Elizabethan era and his own walked side by side talking about nothing whilst scientists schemed with philosophers from the B.C ages. It was really jumbled up.

"Is he the infamous Jack Spicer Gerard is always talking about? He looks more like a girl."

Jack looked up. Standing above him were two teenaged boys, slightly younger than him and from the sixteenth century or higher. The one who had just offended him should be told the same insult. He was tall for his age, with locks of black hair and wore clothing only a Captain of a grand ship would wear, a blue coat that reached to his knees with a yellow waistcoat on the inside and underneath that, a pure white shirt. He also wore trousers that are just below knee level with white socks that cover the rest of the leg and to finish of, black buckle shoes. In other words, the kind of kid who got everything he ever wanted.

"For your information, if anyone is a girl it should be you!" retorted Jack, hauling himself up. He was glad his leg was in working order because he felt like he was going to need it to kick this boy's ass. The other teenage boy was a plump one, with wild brown hair and brown eyes. He wore a simple white top, slightly dirty and a pair of brown, rolled up trousers.

"Careful, to whom you are talking to…" hissed the boy who looked like a girl, his blue eyes now having a small red dot in each eye. Jack guessed this was his mad look.

"I'm talking to a spoilt brat." Jack answered back. The boy tensed up, the red dots flared up even more.

"King Jas, Gerard is waiting!" interrupted the other boy, worried for his master. King Jas stared at his friend and relaxed again. He looked at Jack again with a sneer.

"Fine, follow me."

Jack regarded him with one final glare before following him. The other boy gave a massive sigh of relief and followed as well. He and Jack walked behind the blue eyes boy.

"So are you Jack Spicer?" asked the plump one. Jack nodded his head.

"I'm Jolly R nice to meet you!" the plump one said and held out a hand to shake. Jack smiled and shook.

"Where are we?" he asked after the handshake was dispersed.

"Well, the people up there call it the Underworld but it really is a place where everyone goes when they expire/kick the bucket/die." answered Jolly R.

"That's an informative answer," Jack said, grinning. "And who is that guy's name?"

Jolly R looked in the direction that Jack was pointing at. It was directed to his master, the proud blue eyed boy.

"Oh, his name is James Hook. But we all call him King Jas or Hook," answered Jolly R before bringing his voice down to a whisper. "He is the Pirate King you know…"

Jack then noticed Jas's right hand. It didn't exist. In its place was a curved hook that gleamed brightly. It was a silver color and had a wicked curve to it.

"What happened to his hand?" Jack whispered.

"A boy wearing tight, green panty hoses cut it off and fed it to a crocodile. If you think I can't hear you I can." replied Jas from the front, startling Jolly. Jack remained silent. People now started to stare at him, whispering to each other. Who couldn't make out what they were saying but it started to make him nervous. He walked up to Jas and grabbed him by the shoulder.

"What the hell is going on here? Why did you bring me here?"

"Trust me, if I was in charge you wouldn't be needed and neither would your eight arm friend!" snarled Jas, his blue eyes flaring up again. He shrugged off the hand and kept on walking.

"What? You think you're all that just because you're the Pirate King?" Jack said, stopping Jas in his tracks again. In a blur, Jas turned around and revealed out of nowhere a rapier with a blade the length of Jack's arm. He pointed it directly at Jack's neck. The Goth felt the pointy end of the sword on his throat. His hands searched for his gun, relieved to find it hanging there. He might use it later.

"You don't know when to stop do you? Another remark from you and I'll skewer you like the pig you are!" Jas threatened, his sword drawing a bit of blood on Jack's vulnerable body part. Jack was mad and fuming. He of course couldn't say anything; being killed didn't take his fancy. But he really wished he could use his power to scare him. Make him look at his past mistakes but those things only work when the person is ALIVE. This guy was DEAD. NOT going to happen.

Suddenly the surroundings faded away in a flash and Jack noticed once again the black clouds with those large white eyes. He heard growls that echoed throughout the blackness. Jas stared wide-eyed at the swirling blackness. It soon gave way to reveal a rather tall man. He wore a black military uniform with white stripes across his chest. He carried a white cane in his black, gloved hands, occasionally shifting it from hand to hand. His hair was a bleached blonde that went nicely with his pale face. It was the eyes that did it though. They were a vivid green and seemed to stare straight through Jas. Strangely the Pirate King wasn't scared. The inflamed red dots were still present.

"What did I tell you James? Do not harm the newcomer." sighed the man. Jas said nothing and still pointing the sword at Jack's neck.

"Jas put the sword down. Do you want to stay a hundred more years in here?"

"Why should you care? I've lost her anyway!" spat Jas at the man. The man showed sadness in his green eyes and shook his head in despair.

"It isn't my fault she abandoned you."

Jas said nothing again. The red dots in his eyes had faded away and were replaced with tears. The sword moved away from Jack and lay by Jas's side. The boy was trying hard not to cry but the tears were falling down his face. The man approached him and laid a comforting hand on Jas's shoulder. He shrugged it off feebly but it was enough for the man to understand. The swirling blackness was stilled and the huge, white eyes grew sad. One part became smaller as well showing the form of a wolf-cloud. It whimpered and tried to comfort Jas. The other wolves faded away showing a different surrounding all together. It was a grey office, very plain looking except for the massive bookshelf that contained many colorful books. Jack swore he saw a book marked "JACK SPICER & OTTO OCTAVIUS" but the man quickly distracted him.

"Jack Spicer am I right?"

Jack stared at the man. Jas was still here but his friend Jolly had disappeared. Come to think of it he wasn't there when the swirling blackness came. The poor guy must still be in the weird town. Jack nodded at the man. Jas looked at Jack again. His tears had gone as quickly as they came but his look was one of despair. The wolf that had dispersed from the swirling black of wolves sat on his haunches, its head reaching Jas's shoulder and gave a comforting nudge. The man looked at the wolf and gave a smile before turning his attention to Jack.

"My name is Gerard Way, Leader of the Black Parade. And you, my boy are going to help me with something, one way or another."